Look who I have here,
these haunting voices,
they speak continuously,
no rhymes, no patterns,
these demons have made me
a prisoner in my own head,
these same demons I've tried
so hard trying to forget,
they don't have to kill me themselves,
already I feel like doing that myself,
I live every day like it's my last now
I don't know the day I'll flip totally,
these voices be fucking with me bad
I see the outside and it's beautiful
how I'd love to be outside,
I've not slept in days,
if I close my eyes
haunting images appear.
A very unholy war is going on in my head,
demons plotting on how to bring me down,
would love help me in this situation?
I don't think so,
it's killing me
Help me,
I can't possibly run from my head
Have mercy on me Big Guy upstairs
I can't be a slave to my demons,
to whoever reading this,
don't be a Slave to your demons
as for me,
I'm in My Personal Prison.
-RMN
